"Jamaican Blue Mountain, master. It is my Master's favourite." Thank you. It is very good." If the master is ready, I will show you to your accommodat...ons."The 'accommodations' was indeed a reasonable term. There were three rooms in the suite, a sitting room, a bedroom with the largest bed Derek had ever seen, and a bathroom, into which he was escorted by two young women in dull brown smocks.The eunuch explained, "These are your bath girls and will assist you with your ablutions."They undressed. I don’t know whether the fear of betrayal was keeping my desire for female companionship bottled up. Or it was a case of sexual dysfunction due to my sudden change in fortune. But I had no interest in interacting with any woman, no matter how hot she might be. In fact, it took six months after the day that Bernie informed me that I was single once again, before I began to even look at any woman in “that way.”I was now at the point where I could appreciate a tight female body in a skimpy outfit.. Full of anticipation, but lacking any sensory stimulus, I am only partially erect. More hands, perhaps two pairs, lightly travel the length of my body. Sounds emerge around me as the other guests begin to engage with one another. Soft moans, building in intensity. An erotic charge in the air. I stiffen, fully aroused and engorged now. Something tickling my chest – perhaps a soft nest of pubic hair. I am aware of movement above me and then hear the familiar sound of fingers penetrating a sopping. She leaned into his embrace, riding him with wild abandon.Pressure built with each driving motion. Much longer, and Amelia would burst. The need to climax overwhelmed her. She ignored the twinge of an onset cramp in her thighs and fucked herself harder. Every spot in her stretched womanhood sang.“I’m gonna cum,” Amelia breathed, unable to slow herself down even if she wanted to.Roy groaned and clamped onto her breasts. “Don’t stop. Unless you don’t want a second helping.”At the mere mention of.